Una Nueva Era

Una nueva era, una nueva jornada, nuevos trechos que se abren adelante y otros que quedan atrás, ya caminados con las huellas de mis pies y de los tantos que pisaron mi sendero…Un nuevo horizonte que se presenta lejano y tan cerca, al alcance de mis dedos e intocable como una ilusión óptica que desaparece ante mis pasos aproximándose certeros e inciertos…Un nuevo comienzo, una vida nueva y tan vieja, llena de años, de siglos, de horas y minutos que han pasado por mí y en mí, y los que faltan por venir…Mi vida nueva: un nuevo libro para escribirlo a mi manera…

RESIDUOS

José Antonio Dávila es uno de mis poetas favoritos. Su poesía transmite sus sentimientos de manera elegante y sutil, como todo un caballero. Viendo su biografía me tropecé con este poema, y me impresionó muchísimo, como suele hacerlo su poesía. Con los trazos de amor y de pasión que aún se desprenden de una relación pasada, Residuos llega al corazón para enamorarlo otra vez...

Residuos

Ya tú no importas, ni tu amor conmueve,
ni yo soy en tus días la emoción dulce y leve
que como brisa tibia pasó por tu desierto;
porque tu amor ha muerto y mi pasión ha muerto.

Pero sobre tu mesa reposa mi estatuilla:
Y al pasar de los años y al caer nuestra arcilla,
seguirá reposando sobre la misma mesa
sin que nadie pregunte al mirarla en la mesa
si es el mudo tributo de una huesa a otra huesa.

La pasión ha volado;
pero hay ciertos residuos que en el alma han quedado,
y noto cuando pasas por la calle, altanera,
que aún te peinas el pelo de la misma manera
que tanto me gustaba y que amé con tal celo.
(Yo viví enamorado de tu pelo.)
Y aún tengo la costumbre de usar el sobretodo
con un botón de rosa en el ojal, al modo
que tanto te gustara;
y hasta existe una frase que en broma yo imitara,
llena de tu decir y tu manera,
que ahora uso por mía y usaré hasta que muera….

Cosas inconsecuentes, livianas, con las huellas
Que les deja el amor al pasar sobre d'ellas:
lo que una vez tu hiciste, lo que yo dije un día……
Incnsecuencias muertas que viven todavía…..

Y no ha de saber nunca la mujer que yo quiera
por qué le doy la mano de la misma manera……..
Ni ha de saber el hombre que en tu amor quede preso
por qué cierras los ojos antes de dar un beso……

José Antonio Dávila

REFLECTING

My friend Rhett published this and I wanted to share it.

Hope you find it meaningfull.

The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings but shorter tempers, wider Freeways, but narrower viewpoints. We spend more, but have less, we buy more, but enjoy less. We have bigger houses and smaller families, more conveniences, but less time. We have more degrees but less sense, more knowledge, but less judgment, more experts, yet more problems, more medicine, but less wellness. We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little, drive too fast, get too angry, stay up too late, get up too tired, read too little, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom. We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values. We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often. We've learned how to make a living, but not a life. We've added years to life not life to years. We've been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet a new neighbor. We conquered outer space but not inner space. We've done larger things, but not better things. We've cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul. We've conquered the atom, but not our prejudice. We write more, but learn less. We plan more, but accomplish less. We've learned to rush, but not to wait. We build more computers to hold more information, to produce more copies than ever, but we communicate less and less. These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion, big men and small character, steep profits and shallow relationships. These are the days of two incomes but more divorce, fancier houses, but broken homes. These are days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throwaway morality, one night stands, overweight bodies, and pills that do everything from cheer, to quiet, to kill. It is a time when there is much in the showroom window and nothing in the stockroom; A time when technology can bring this letter to you, and a time when you can choose either to share this insight, or to just hit delete... Remember; spend some time with your loved ones, because they are not going to be around forever. Remember, say a kind word to someone who looks up to you in awe, because that little person soon will grow up and leave your side. Remember, to give a warm hug to the one next to you, because that is the only treasure you can give with your heart and it doesn't cost a cent. Remember, to say, "I love you" to your partner and your loved ones, but most of all mean it. A kiss and an embrace will mend hurt when it comes from deep inside of you. Remember to hold hands and cherish the moment for someday that person will not be there again. Give time to love, give time to speak! And give time to share the precious thoughts in your mind. AND ALWAYS REMEMBER: Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away. - George Carlin -

NO TE QUIERO

Me dijiste “te quiero”
y me preguntaste si yo
por ti siento lo mismo
y debo decir que no.
Siento mucho no quererte
y no juzgues mi verdad
pues mi alma al entregar
se fue a vagar a otros mundos,
tomó sola otros rumbos
y no pudo regresar.

A vagar mundos profundos
de solo puro sentir
para poder definir
lo que hoy el corazón siente
y descubrir que quererte
es imposible lograr
pues el sentir va más allá
de solo meros quereres,
de solo carnes y pieles,
lo mío, amor, es amar.

Amar hasta el límite humano
sin límites ni razón
hasta sentir el dolor
de no poder amarte más.
Impregnarte en mi mirar
igual que en mi corazón
para cuando tú te vas
robarte como ladrón
tus sueños, pensar, pasión,
sin tener que despertar.

Ya ves por qué no te quiero
porque solo sé amar,
amar, amar y soñar
con cada nuevo encuentro
para volverme a entregar.
Entregarte la locura
de mi pasión desatada
y encontrar en tu mirada
que me das el corazón,
y yo mi vida y mi alma.

Lo mío, amor, es amar…

IN HIS EYES

I look into his eyes, trying to see myself and I see the whole world in them. I see deep into his dreams and his life free of woes and worries, as life should be. I get lost in those deep brown eyes, so deep they have no end. I see my reflection floating in the depths of his soul that connects with mine, inevitably and endlessly. I unite with his essence through his eyes, feeling the power of love every time we speak through our eyes, the truths and hidden messages of what is and will always be.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME

My birthday is approaching soon, next week as a matter of fact. The time around my birthday always fills me up with excitement and a feeling of celebration. I announce it to the world and annoy everyone I know as I make a big deal out of it, making it a public event of large proportions. Birthdays are very special occasions, indeed. They mark an important event: our first appearance to the world as we know it in this lifetime. Being born is a privilege, a blessing. We get to love, laugh, cry, learn, make mistakes, fall, get up, and strive to reach maturity by developing into our best selves. I hope people around me have found my existence to be valuable and meaningful to them in some way. I know my life has been full of blessings, great memories, which combined with the not so great ones have turned me into the individual I am today. I am still a work in progress, no doubt, but I am moving forward and evolving.
I always say that I feel 15 at heart. My soul feels very young and new, full of lots of things to give and eager to learn. Sometimes I cannot believe that it has been that long since I took my first breath in Florida when I was born. Certainly time has gone by, fast and slow, and I have lived a very exciting and fulfilling life. I am looking forward to the new year in my calendar and for many birthdays to come, but most of all, I am looking forward to make this very moment the most important one of them all; soaking up in life and admiring how far I have come.

As for what I want for my birthday, I would love to spend it loving, pampering, indulging, honoring, caring for, and celebrating the most important person in my life: me. I will probably write and reflect about my life the way people do it on New Year’s Eve, and project towards the future but focusing in the present. I would love to emerge a better me to give to myself and to the ones I love, on my special day and everyday.

Happy birthday to me!

THE SIMPLE LIFE

The things that we cherish and treasure for life are the simple things we do and that often times we take for granted. My friend Sarai and I went out last Sunday. The day was brutally hot, so we decided to take a dip into this water fountain. We might not have given a good example to the kids (and the parents) walking by, but we certainly had a lot of fun.

It does not take a lot to make a person happy, at least us! Sarai and I gigled and laughed acting silly like when we were 15. I guess we just feel 15 at heart.

THE SIMPLE LIFE

The things that we cherish and treasure for life are the simple things we do and that often times we take for granted. My friend Sarai and I went out last Sunday. The day was brutally hot, so we decided to take a dip into this water fountain. We might not have given a good example to the kids (and the parents) walking by, but we certainly had a lot of fun.

It does not take a lot to make a person happy, at least us! Sarai and I gigled and laughed acting silly like when we were 15. I guess we just feel 15 at heart.

DECISIONS

Found this article and thought it is very interesting. I always say that all our experiences help us learn, if we let that happen. "Bad experiences" are sometimes the ones that lead us to faster, more dramatic, or better and deeper learning. Life is a learning experience, full of lessons in everything it brings to us and everything we do. Enjoy and learn!

You Are Who You Are, Not What You Do
Becoming Your Wrong Decisions

Our perception of the traits and characteristics that make us who we are is often tightly intertwined with how we live our life. We define ourselves in terms of the roles we adopt, our actions and inactions, our triumphs, and what we think are failures. As a result it is easy to identify so strongly with a decision that has resulted in unexpected negative consequences that we actually become that "wrong" decision. The disappointment and shame we feel when we make what we perceive as a mistake grows until it becomes a dominant part of our identities. We rationalize our "poor" decisions by labeling ourselves incompetent decision-makers. However, your true identity cannot be defined by your choices. Your essence-what makes you a unique entity-exists independently of your decision-making process. There are no true right or wrong decisions. All decisions contribute to your development and are an integral part of your evolving existence yet they are still separate from the self. A decision that does not result in its intended outcome is in no way an illustration of character. Still, it can have dire effects on our ability to trust ourselves and our self-esteem. You can avoid becoming your decisions by affirming that a "bad decision" was just an experience, and next time you can choose differently. Try to avoid lingering in the past and mulling over the circumstances that led to your perceived error in judgment. Instead, adapt to the new circumstances you must face by considering how you can use your intelligence, inner strength, and intuition to aid you in moving forward more mindfully. Try not to entirely avoid thinking about the choices you have made, but reflect on the consequences of your decision from a rational rather than an emotional standpoint. Strive to under! stand why you made the choice you did, forgive yourself, and then move forward.A perceived mistake becomes a valuable learning experience and is, in essence, a gift to learn and grow from. You are not a bad person and you are not your decisions; you are simply human.

The Daily OM

TO LOVE ONESELF

It is perfectly OK to love ourselves. We have been instilled that if we do anything for ourselves or for our own sake we are selfish. The truth is that we need time to honor, love and appreciate ourselves just like we do with others. Our own self is the most important person in our lives. We cannot neglect our bodies, our minds, our souls, and our spirits. When we do neglect ourselves for long periods of time our sense of well-being gets affected, we get off balance, and we loose synchrony with who we are, our purpose in life, and our place in the world. We deserve to pay attention, love, pamper, and spoil our own self on a regular basis. We do not have to go too far or spend a lot of money to be able to do this. Just take time to enjoy the simple things in life, the things that you enjoy doing such as watching a sunset, laying on the grass looking at the sky, reading a book that puts you in a good mood, listening to your favorite music and dancing to it as if nobody was watching, eating icecream with no guilt, cooking your favorite food and then eating it in style using your best china, writing a poem or saying one out loud, singing a song that makes you smile even when you cannot sing, enjoying a bath or a shower indulging in the smells of your favorite soap, and the feeling of warm water touching your skin…There are so many ways to help ourselves feel relaxed, happy, and happy to have done something to lift our spirit, that there is really no excuse not to do it. Lets begin savoring every moment life has to offer today, and dedicate special moments to our own selves.

THAT’S JUST THE WAY MEN ARE, OR ARE THEY?

It is clear that men and women were not created equally. And I am not talking about equality, but to the specific traits that characterize us as male or female, beside the physiological ones. Biology determines sex and society determines gender. The biology of a person is something we have no control over. The gender of a person, and the roles that person plays as taught by society depending on his/her sex are learned, modifiable, and hopefully, evolving.

We already know all the characteristics attributed to men. There is also the notion that males are incapable of multitasking like women, focus on something with complete dedication (except for work) like women, care for and nurture others like women, be gentle and detail oriented like women, and so on. I was having a conversation with a mother of a pre-teen boy, and she said that teenage boys are not as dedicated, focused, and able to take care of children (babysitting) like girls just because they are wired differently. That made me wonder: is it really that boys are not wired to do this or that, or is it that parents do not teach and enforce their boys to be nurturing, care givers, and caring and giving in general? Are we (men and women) categorically biologically different and therefore incapable of sharing the same degree of involvement in things? About everything that is said about men, is that just the way men are, period?

I guess right now there is no direct answer to that question. Although there are undeniable differences between a man and a woman, my thought is that the differences are mostly physiological and physiologically driven. The fact that most men act in a certain way may be the result of all of them being raised to act and react to some situations in an expected way, enforced to do so, reinforced when done so, and the behavior just keeps going on. For example, if a boy leaves a mess after he has been playing with his toys, he is just a boy. If a boy is rough when he plays, he is all boy. If a boy is restless and loud, he is being a boy. The boy then grows up to be a man who is not organized, does not pick up after himself, is not detail oriented, but will probably end up with a woman who will be all those things, so he does not have anything to worry about.

I believe gender issues and gender differences will take a long time to figure out and resolve. The only way of knowing if sex and gender is really not the same thing is going back to the Blue Lagoon (like in the movie) and seeing what happens. However, I would guess, and research backs me up, that ever since the day we are born parents and everyone around us treat us according to the preconceived notions of gender already stored in our brain, so we are highly influenced by gender constructs since birth and throughout all our lives, which would still have an impact on the way things develop in the Blue Lagoon. In the meantime, I do not think that men ARE, I think that men have been taught (or not) to be a certain way. That been said, men can also be taught to be different, to be better men, to be whole persons, and women can learn to do the same.

ONLY A LATINA

Latinas are truly works of art from the Gods. We have the curves, the moves, the looks, the brain, the attitude, the love, the passion, the dedication, among other things, to live spicy and passionate lives. All women are special, but this is particularly true for Latinas. Go to the link Only a Latina and you will know what I am talking about....

ENTRE EL VIENTO Y EL MAR

En 1993 escribí Amor Imposible. El poema está publicado en este blog. Como había mencionado antes, el poema lo escribí para la situación de amor que estaba atravesando una amiga. El objeto de su amor también leyó mi poema cuando lo escribí, y me escribió éste en respuesta.

ENTRE EL VIENTO Y EL MAR

Iracundo un día el viento, al mar vino a preguntar:

-Qué derecho tienes de arrancar la joven y tibia arena?
¿Es que acaso no te aterra que socaves sus entrañas?
Vienes y te robas su alma y en un momento te vas.
¿Es que no puedes pensar en lo frágil que ella es;
que tu furia y tu poder desmantela lo que toca?
¿Es que acaso no te provoca este acto algún dolor?
¡Que quebranten tus deseos de encerrarla en tu pasión!

-¡Ay viento! Si supieras que a la arena yo respeto
y aunque no quiera, tengo que volcarme en sus entrañas,
pues no fui yo, sino otro el que decidiera este acto.
Y aunque es profundo mi deseo de a la arena no arropar
Fue Dios quien decidiera: “¡Toda arena tendrá mar!”.

Luis E. Valderrama

Valderrama expuso su “amor prohibido” de una forma fácil de entender, y a la vez meritorio. Se explicó en su poesía, la cual es muy parte de él, al igual que es parte de mí. El poema siempre ha vivido en mi diario y en mi recuerdo, y ahora lo comparto con el mundo.

Como explica Valderrama, el mar no puede evitar fundirse con la arena y ser parte de ella. Ambos están unidos por algo que es más fuerte que ellos, de manera ineludible y hermosa, aunque a los ojos de algunos parezca cruel y mal intencionado. Supongo que muchas veces la relación de amor entre dos seres solo ellos pueden entenderla y escoger o no vivirla a plenitud a pesar de las circunstancias. Este es uno de mis poemas favoritos de todos los tiempos.

IN THE HEAT OF THE MOMENT

In the heat of the moment one can say the harshest things, things we do not really and deeply mean, or things we do not want others to hear. In the heat of the moment we may let things slip off our lips without thinking about how our words will impact the other persons’ lives or how much meaning our words have on our own lives. We have all been hunted by our words at some point in our lives. We all have said things we later regret saying. We all have said things we wish we could take back. However, words are permanent once they come out of our mouth. Some words resonate in our heads, both after we say them and hear them being said, for a long time after the fact. Some words have a deep impact in the daily steps we take and how we do things and look at life. Words are powerful: they exert the power of our voice, carry the images we want to portray and the energy we vest in them. That’s why it’s very important that we acknowledge that we have a great responsibility to use our words with wisdom and truth, for ourselves and others. As I always say, mean what you say and say what you mean.

Un Amor Inconcluso

Y el amor se convirtió en carne, y la carne en espíritu que viajó a lugares prohibidos, alto y profundo, rápido en el tiempo eterno que se acortó abruptamente cuando se abrieron los ojos de la razón. El alma se quedó atrapada en el crisol que filtra la realidad y la verdad, sin saber a dónde ir, desorientada perdida en la nada. Se fue lo físico y lo demás trascendió las estaciones, los lugares, los momentos marcados por los minutos, los segundos y las horas, y vivió en lo recóndito para siempre. Los ojos miran adentro ahora, miran hacia el río que viaja traspasando el corazón sin cauce ni destino; miran adentro sin tener horizonte al cual seguir, inventando uno en el éter de lo desconocido y de lo incierto. Abruptamente la verdad se enfrentó a la realidad y chocó con ella, tratando de hacerle ver pero no entendió. Y la verdad sigue allí siendo amor y espíritu, escondida en la espera de la hora de la revelación para volverse grande y hacerse comprender ante los ojos desnudos de lo conciente.

100 Postings

It has been 100 postings since I started writing my blog. Before I started my blog, I wrote whatever was in my mind or in my heart in my diary and my computer, ocassionally letting Skarlet or Sarai read what I had written. And then I decided to come out in the open, to expose myself on the web and let anybody read what I have to say. I do not have an agenda, really, I just write what needs to come out of my head at the moment. I have written trivial articles, profound ones, ones talking about love, unlove, life and things, women, motherhood, and just my life. It has been an interesting journey, and I have made very good friends through my blog. I can say that I have said everything I've meant and have meant every word I've said in every posting.

Today I am celebrating publishing 100+ postings in my blog. I hope some have found my words interesting, intriguing, thought provoking, useless, funny, boring, but sometimes worth investing some time reading. It has been a revealing journey for myself as when I write I unveil my deepest thoughts and my deepest self for everyone to watch and for me to learn from.

THE FUTURE OF WOMEN

My theory is that, in order to better the place of women in every level and aspect of life, we have to begin working with raising more sensitive children. It is interesting that, as women, we have fought so hard and so much to gain equality with men, yet we raise our children with the same stereotypes that we were raised in. We seek to balance out our condition with men, yet we expect our children to fulfill the same gender roles imposed onto us when we were growing up. I used to hear that machismo was passed on by women. If that is a fact, it is a very sad one. How can a woman be machista? Isn’t that a total denial of who we are? How can we honor ourselves as women if we instill machismo in our children?

I am raising a little boy, and the challenge goes beyond what I think is right for him in order to sensitize him to the opposite gender and develop an open mind in him. There is a constant portrayal of the same old stereotypes in the children stories that my child is listening to in school. There is the challenge to make his father understand that there is nothing wrong with our child playing with a doll. There is the fear, present in our family members, that anything that we allow Paul Vincent to do or be exposed to that is considered “unmanly” will turn him into a “sissy” (ultimately meaning that there is a fear that he will be gay if he is not taught to think and behave as a “man”). I want my child to be a strong person, not a strong man. I want my child to be a man, in whatever definition he feels fits him best. I want my child to be able to respect all women and not see them as inferior. I want my child to know that he can do anything he wants to: be a secretary, a nurse or a surgeon, without having to think twice about it because it might not fit what society and his parents are expecting of him as a man. Ultimately, I want my child to be a man with a deep knowledge and respect of and for a woman’s heart.

The future of women and the equality we seek is in our hands. We must raise children that break the old stereotypes and see life through new and different paradigms, and that are not afraid of keep changing the paradigms when the situation applies. We need to respect and honor ourselves as women and instill that in our children, with our behaviors, and also with what we are teaching them at home, in school, on TV, and everywhere else.

ABOUT WOMEN

Having a little boy, and being a Hispanic woman, the topic of gender roles fascinates me, both because I am a woman raised in a machista society with a totally different mentality than what my upbringing tried to instill in me, and I am raising a man. It is well-known that we live in a patriarchal world. Men rule everywhere, and women around the world are confronted with a lot of issues about their position in relationships, in the family, in the workplace, in society, and in the world in general.

Women in Relationships:

Generally, women are expected to have a passive role when it comes to dating and mating. Women who express their feelings openly and are up-front about their intentions in a relationship are often misjudged and labeled as easy, freeky, too intense, and so on. Men, in the other hand, are always taught to be aggressive when pursuing any kind of relationship with a woman, enforced to do so, and rewarded for doing so.

Women in the Family:

Women are taught to be nurturing, to take care of their children, their husbands, their extended family, and even their husbands’ extended family in some cases. Women are expected to sacrifice their entire lives for the sake of the family.

Women in the Workplace:

Women encounter segregation and discrimination in the workplace in a constant basis. Women encounter a glass ceiling at work, meaning that they can only reach up to a certain organizational level, and beyond that the climb is almost impossible. Stereotypes follow women to the workplace, as they are expected to do “women jobs” and be followers rather than leaders. Women who actively pursue leadership roles and are straight forward in the workplace are labeled as too aggressive, manly, or bitches.

Women in Society:

As I was growing up, I always heard that behind a great leader (a man) there is always a great woman. That say was supposed to be a compliment for women. Women have made great contributions to society, however, since women have been socialized to be prudent and giving, they usually do not get the credit and exposure for their roles in society as men do. Interestingly, though, women are mostly responsible for charity work and volunteerism.

Women in the World:

Women have been persecuted, mistreated, disrespected, and alienated in every culture, in every country in the world, for centuries. I do not know if there was a time in which women’s situation was different than what we have known over the years. It is clear that women have been able to level things with men more in some countries in the world. However, there is still a lot of improvement to be done, in our neck of the woods and the rest of the world.



Men are a wonderful thing, and we cannot keep placing the blame on them for our position in the world and society. At least in this country, women can start to learn to value themselves more and make everyone see and appreciate that value. We have to break the chains of socialization and gender roles, and start forging the life we want, as women, but mostly as individuals. This is not a call to an armed revolution or a revolution against men, but rather a call for women to start living more passionate and fulfilling lives, in whatever roles we decide to exert.

Fear

Fear is indeed an ingrate guest in our mind, soul, and body. Fear can drain our energy and stop our best self from rising and manifesting our inner essence. We have all experienced fear, actually, the ability to feel fear is one of the most human traits we posses. However, what we do in the face of fear is what dictates the outcome. It is easy to paralyze in the presence of fear. Fear makes us “fight or flight”, as it is explained in psychology. It may take a while for individuals to realize what they want or need to do in the face of fear. We all have had instances in which we fight right away when confronted with fear; in other instances we paralyze but find courage to overcome the inertia that comes with fear and act; some other times we become static and let fear take over our lives for good.

Psychologists would say that most humans are in fear of the unknown and in fear of change. That is primarily true for all kinds of fear. Either we are in fear of the situation because we do not know how to deal with it, or because we do not know what and how the end result will be. Either we feel fear because we do not want to deal with the turmoil that change unravels before it finally materializes into the end result, or because we are uncertain about how much better or worse things will turn if we accept change and let it take its course. Ultimately, we are always in fear of getting hurt in the change processes that life proposes.

I believe the pain that we may experience when confronting our fears is temporary and sometimes necessary to expose the magnificence of what should be instead of what it is. Something is for sure: we are the only ones who can deal with our own fear. We can be willing to offer our assistance so others can conquer their demons and fight the skeletons in their closet, but ultimately it is up to each individual to stand up, look at fear right in the eye, and decide whether they want to fight or to flight. It is up to each individual to decide upon what role fear will take in their lives and how they will deal with it in the short and long run. Dealing with fear is risky, but no fight is risk free.

Here is something that I read this morning that can probably better explain fear and the effect it has on us. I hope everyone finds it useful, myself included.

Walking Through Your Fear

The Daily OM

The situations, activities, and individuals that frighten us remain static. Their relative intensity does not change. Fear, on the other hand, self-magnifies. It is when you are afraid and envisioning all that might go wrong that the energy underlying your fear grows. A tiny flicker of anxiety can easily develop into a terror that manifests itself physically and eventually paralyzes you into inaction…Though fear is literally an evolutionary gift meant to sharpen your senses and energize you during times of great stress, it can nonetheless become a barrier that prevents you from fulfilling your potential by causing you to miss out on rewarding, life-changing experiences. During the period before you face your fear, you may have to deal with a barrage of negative thoughts and emotions. Walking through it, whether your fear is public speaking, taking part in an activity that makes you nervous, or asserting yourself when the odds are against you, may be equally as difficult. But once you have emerged unscathed on the other side, which you will, you will likely wonder why you assumed the worst in the first place. As you spend time worrying about what might happen, it's good to know that your fear probably won't happen at all. It may feel like a great weight has been lifted from your shoulders, and you will likely feel a sense of passionate pride. Walking through your fear can! mean taking risks and can require both practice and patience…You will also find that when you are willing to stare your fear in the face, the universe will always offer you some form of aid or support. When you see the heights of accomplishment and personal evolution you can attain when you walk through your fears, your faith in yourself will grow, allowing your next step to be easier.

Ausencia de Ti

Ausencia de ti, de tus brazos sobre mi espalda…
Ausencia de tus manos en mi pecho resbalándose por mi piel salada…
Ausencia de tu aire abanicando mi boca sedienta y hambrienta de la tuya en la mía enclaustrada…
Ausencia del peso de tu cuerpo sobre el mío en la mañana y las noches sin ti desoladas.

Ausencia de tu mirada sobre mis ojos y sobre mi alma.
Ausencia de tu voz metiéndose por mis oídos y grabándose profundo en mi emoción silenciada.
Ausencia de tu voluntad que de nuestra realidad escapas.
Ausencia de tu presencia cuando presente viajas en el tiempo lejos de nuestra cara.

Ausencia de tu alma en éxodo escondiéndose de la mía que te llama…
Ausencia de tu corazón escondido en lo recóndito del sentimiento que niegas y callas…
Ausencia de tu ser en mis pasos pisándome las huellas de amor que dejo en tu cama…
Ausencia de ti en mí, fugitivo cautivo en escapada constante negándose al alba.